Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mauritania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Severed Heads to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues,
Ohio Players,
Sam Rivers,
Sonic Youth,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Stetsasonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
Masters at Work,
Silicon Teens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Lydon,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry,
Rekid,
Dual Sessions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Yusef Lateef,
Rites of Spring,
Eve St. Jones,
KRS-One,
Banda Bassotti,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
K-Klass,
Connie Case,
David Bowie,
The Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Camberwell Now,
Organ,
Ultravox,
The Fall,
Joy Division,
Yaz,
LL Cool J,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ornette Coleman,
Cymande,
Laurel Aitken,
Lungfish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
The Busters,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.